closeted colors
I put laundered clothes back
into the drawers
and various recesses
of my children
then I did for me and mine
for my husband
I stopped and mulled
hesitated
once a certain size is reached
the colors leeched from cloth
and bleached
beige and grey and tan and black
navy blue and blade runner red
was
greens and reds and pinks and purples
sparkling yellow and loud turquoise
my camo gear is useful
I wear the price I pay
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-12-09 at 12:19
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